After everyday rush and endless weekdays I usually have a feeling that reality is seeming, unreal. The real me lives far away in a parallel world.
I walk the grassy slopes there, I swim among the waves of turquoise sea, I fly over snow-white mountains. And each times elusive music accompanies me. It’s like a key which helps me to unlock the door to the over world.

After everyday rush and endless weekdays I usually have a feeling that reality is seeming, unreal. The real me lives far away in a parallel world.
I walk the grassy slopes there, I swim among the waves of turquoise sea, I fly over snow-white mountains. And each times elusive music accompanies me. It’s like a key which helps me to unlock the door to the over world.